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theres a box of toys lying on the bedroom floorteddy bears and trucks clowns and so much morewhen the lights went out  they would play alonenobody there just playing on there ownthe trucks would put there lights on shining nice and brightlighting up the bedroom shining through the nightthe teddy bears would dance to a soldiers beatfor the little bears this was such a treatthe clown he would smile laughing all the wayhaving lots of fun  to pass the night awaywhen they finished playing back to the box they go all nice and tidy so no one would ever know.
Earth fosters all
    singing upstream
        the affect of
green — certain
    thingsthe
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Try
         moreover once
and folding the ineffablewater
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            hill
the hands of the world
     fondling   t
he universe
      like a totterin
Ganimal
     doused in an amalgamof
     fire
   tucked in our laughter
       sweet summer
    surmise of all warmth
Jeannie Palma Oct 2019
Blood dripping from my fingers
Blood dripping onto my feet
Blood slipping through my fingers
From the once slise carcass
Laying in front of me
The body, dismembered, battered and bruised
Hair ripped  on the floor
My clothes are bloodstained
Ripped, tattered and torn
The knife on the floor next to me
The blade stained with crimson
Lifeblood which as once the carcasses OwnThe blood. Pooling at the bottom of the table
nd do you want to know the most important thing?
  Your Nexts
By.Jeannie Palma

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